Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.